Page 100 of Where Quiet Hearts Scream
There’s a long, deathly pause at the other end, then my husband continues. “Here, in Boston. He was at my house.”
A few more words are spoken, then Andreas hangs up.
“My brother’s going to come stay with us for a few days. He’s leaving the city now.”
“Of course,” I nod. “I’ll have Alessandro prepare dinner.”
Andreas places his phone on the counter and walks round the island toward me. He slides his arms around my waist and buries his face in my shoulder.
“How the fuck are you so perfect?”
“You make me perfect,” I whisper into his ear.
“Welcome to my family,” he grunts.
I reach up and tug his head backward so I can look him deep in the eye. “Iamyour family.”
I look into his face and see so many emotions there of an intensity that, if I were him, in the past would have driven me to cut my skin.
He looks tired, livid, bitter and painfully heated.
I want to alleviate some of it. I want to help. I also want to do something for him since he’s done so much for me.
I keep my eyes hooked on his as I lift shaking fingers to unbuckle his belt. His lids flare when he realizes what I’m doing, but he doesn’t stop me.
I thread the leather strap through the buckle then start on his fly. His obsessive gaze doesn’t waver as I release the zipper and then his pants drop to the floor.His lips part and his tongue ventures out to wet them, his chest heaving thickly.
I curl my fingers over the waistband of his tight boxers and pull them down. We both drop our gaze to his cock and I wrap my hand around it, feeling it lengthen and thicken in my grip.
I recall the way he’d held himself, stroking and tugging himself to a shattering orgasm while I watched, held literally at arm’s length. I mimic his grip and movements and very quickly have him murmuring his approval. Hearing the praise tumble from his lips makes my knees weak.
Just as he settles in to the rhythm and closes his eyes, I sink to my knees. At eye level he is astounding. My mouth goes dry and he lowers a hand to stroke my hair behind my ears.
“If you’re going to do this, I want to see everything.”
I look up into a ravenous gaze. He’s never asked me to do this but it’s clear he wants me to. And something tells me that even if I do it badly, he will still love every second.
I tentatively reach my tongue out and lick the tip of his crown. He draws a breath through his teeth. It’s a reaction that heats the place between my legs. But this is not about me for a change. This is about him.
I curl my tongue around the tip drawing another hiss from his mouth.
“Fuck, this is going to ruin me,” he groans.
I smile and lift his cock so I can lick him from the base to the lip.
An aggressive noise rises up from his chest so I do it again. I look up and see him scrub a hand down his face. It’s taut with desire. It’s an expression I could get used to seeing.
Holding his gaze, I draw his length toward me and wrap my lips around it. He’s gotten so thick my mouth feels stretched. His eyelids lower and he watches me through thick, lust-drenched lashes. I’m facing an impossible task but it seems I don’t need to do a whole lot to get the sort of response that is fast going to drive me insane.
I fit as much as I can of him into my mouth. There’s enough of him that I can grip with both hands, so I do. Then I begin to suck.
I hear a loud slap and realize I too have closed my eyes. They dart to the source of the sound and Andreas has thrust a hand against the wall and is leaning his full weight on it.
“This is good. This is so fucking good.”
I suck him from all angles, licking, kissing and swirling my tongue around the circumference. I want to do more but I’m not sure how.
I glance up at him and as if he knows I’m watching, his lids lift lazily.
